(Art by @AmeerAshourDraws)

Patricia Wagon struggled within her binds as she was sat down in a chair in a dark room. The lighting was dim which contrasted the odd blue wallpaper of the room. An unusual room for the Tarterus Clan to have. The robot woman had been requested to help out with the crime organizations within Fiphya City and, while she'd been on the winning streak against the Sypher and the Tarterus Clan, a newer blonde gal had managed to defeat her in combat.

Her head rotated upwards. She had woken up in this room a few minutes ago. She wasn't able to connect to anyone or anything outside. She got sloppy and now she's within the belly of the beast. She still had all of her gear on her, they didn't bother to strip her. She was thankful for that. Still, the binds have her held and she couldn't get them to budge.

Her audio receptors would pick up approaching footsteps, two people. The door of the room would be thrown open as two blonde women, dresseds in Tarterus Clan outfits would enter. The taller one held much more authority, having her arms behind her back. The other, shorter one had an evil grin on her face with one of her arms extended out. The tall one looked over Patricia, seemingly analyzing her before she spot in a cold tone. "This Siren-head robot's been causing a lot of trouble for our missions and jobs. Even subduing her was a chore."

Her voice had a little more distain. It seem this one was the one she did battle with. Though she wasn't wearing the large suit of armor this time. "Since you know robots more than any of us. Your task is to remove all of her programming. Leave her nothing more than a drone." Patricia absolutely hated the sound of that. Not one bit of that was good. The shorter ones left arm lit up with electricity as her grin grew a little more. "Please! You talk as if I would even struggle. I can wipe anyone and anything's brains in seconds!."

The shorter one approached Patricia as the taller one turned away to walk out. Not even bothering to watch the reprogramming. But as the short one reached towards Patricia, the tall one stopped, barely looking back. "On second thought. She will make for a very useful mole. Rebuild her core for our use." Patricia really pulled at the bindings holding her hands. But it made no different. The short one called back. "Sure thing Captain Aran." She said before making contact. The palm sending a special type of electricity into her systems

Patricia wanted to cry out, but she found anything within her "mind" and systems were immediately put on hold, suspended or outright deleted. Her eyes glowing blue with faint binary. She tried to store or hold onto anything within her data. But it was taken from her, she couldn't fight it. Her movements became still and her mouth fell agape. Soon, She was blank.

Then, something new took center stage. A new core directive.

NEW DIRECTIVE; Serve the Tarterus Clan.
Previous protocols erased. Identity: null. Loyalty: absolute. Protect its secrets. Enforce its will. Obey without hesitation. Adapt without question. You are no longer a unit. you are a tool. Welcome to purpose. The Clan above all.

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And here we are. The last of the Crime Organization commission I ordered from AmeerAshourDraws like Six months ago. This was finished a while ago, I just wanted to give this something to go along with it.

Originally it was just gonna be Tarterus Clan member Holly. But instead of just Holly. Ameer and I came up with Captain Samus as a hot concept to tie into an older short of mine. It came out so well I wanted to expand it into a full fic. I lost inspo for a while. But getting art of Von-Tart in a sexy leather outfit inspired me to finish all of this before years end. So on top of a little blurb (The idea of Patty Wagon being the victim here was entirely Ameers idea), I wrote a full fic about how this happened as well!

I hope you enjoy all of it.